CHAPTER EIGHT
MEMORIES
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Silence filled the air as Chris drove down the silent highway to where Malachai told him to go. Not caring that it was all in Greendale, just wanting to get his mind off of Jason and everything running through his head.

All his thoughts ran at a million miles an hour as his eyes stayed cast to the road. Never breaking his gaze from it even when Jughead called him. Not wanting his mind to drift to the problem that had come their way and the bigger problem at hand.

There were so many things Chris wanted to do to Archie at the moment. Break his jaw and make him swallow his teeth for not coming forward about Jason's death. Wanting to torture the asshole for keeping it secret from not only him but some of his friends that have been there for him when he needed them.

It was just the act that Jason had been shot, and Archie decided not to come forward. If he didn't, then he would expose him and Miss Grundy. Chris wanted his friend to have justice and if that meant betraying Archie, a kid he knew since childhood, he would. There was nothing that would stop him from doing so.

Thinking back to the time Chris and Jason met, it was a rather funny situation. Something that just happened out of luck and was never supposed to happen, but Chris was happy it did. If it didn't then he wouldn't have been able to know Jason the way most people didn't.

Kids in the halls talked and laughed amongst themselves. All but one who was walking down the hall with a black eye and split lip. His eyes holding no emotion as he made it to his locker. Placing his bag down as he began trying to unlock it.

Each try he did never got him inside and it was angering him every second. So, out of anger, Chris punched his locker silencing the entire hallway. Eyes all cast towards him, but Chris never cared about it. He always had unwanted eyes following him since his dad was a drunk and a Serpent.

It wasn't like he asked for it, but people still seemed to find any reason to hate him or Jughead. Like the only way, they could see him was as a poor kid that wasn't going to amount to anything in his life. Except he had dreams and was going to be different from his mom and dad.

"What are you all looking at?" He questioned with a raised tone as the students continued to stare at him. "It's nothing but staring at me but half of you don't understand half the shit that goes on! So, mind your fucking business!" Chris yelled turning back to his locker.

When the silence continued to fill the air, he spun around and plastered a fake smile. "Yup! Come on! Throw all the insults my way and then go on with your day!" He yelled as he extended his arms out. "I'm right here!"

No words came his way which made him chuckle. "Oh. So, when I have my back turned you people have the balls to say shit. But when I don't ,that's a different story, right?" He said as he began clapping. Not seeing the famous quarterback of Riverdale High watching him from behind with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Bunch of stupid bitches. All of you!" His eyes began clouding up in tears of frustration. If Chris had wanted one thing in his life, it was to be accepted for who he was. Not to be the odd one out, he wanted to fit in. Sure, fitting isn't something he should be worried about, but with Chris, he and Jughead had dealt with all of the bullshit from kids. So, he just wanted to feel wanted by someone.

A hand was placed on Chris's shoulder which got his attention. Looking to see it was the star quarterback, Jason Blossom. "Hey, you good?" He asked and Chris scoffed as he lifted his backpack over his shoulder. "You don't need to act nice around me Jason." He mumbled as he brushed past the football player.

Not seeing or feeling the intense gaze from the Blossom. Having a sudden curiosity about the Jones boy. Making himself a promise to try and do right by Chris and becoming his friend. Even if it was going to be tough.

Flicking his lighter, Chris lit his cigarette and shut his zippo and tossed it into the passenger seat. Exhaling the smoke as he held the cigarette between his fingers. Rubbing his eyes as he glanced at the time on the dash.

12:38 AM. He had 22 minutes to make the drop-off and then he could head back to his apartment and sleeping. The exhaustion was catching up and it was causing a problem for him as his eyes sometimes drifted shut.

Rubbing his eyes again as he rested his head back into the seat. Sighing as he took another puff off his cigarette. Holding the smoke in before exhaling loudly.

"I always told you those were bad for you."

The voice made Chris's eyes widen as he looked to the passenger seat. Seeing Jason with a mocking smile that Chris remembered so vividly. "Jace?" Chris mumbled, but when he blinked the redhead disappeared. Like he was a ghost haunting him and taking any chance to toy with him.

Clenching his jaw, Chris slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt. The road was entirely empty and silent except the hum of the truck Chris was driving. The back holding the drugged power safely in boxes of wood.

Holding the steering wheel tightly, Chris felt his knuckles turning white. His entire body trembling as he pursed his lips before letting out a yell. Slapping and punching the steering wheel to release all his anger. Everything that had been held in since Jason's death was being released. All the nights and days of Chris not showing any emotions were now changed instantly now that he was alone.

All the sorrow, pain, and agony was being shown for no one but himself. Chris was seeking solace, but all he could scroung up is himself and that was it. No one could see this emotional and broken side of him because then, people could take advantage of him. Shatter him more then he already was for all seventeen years of his entire life.

Chris cried with his head planted against the steering wheel. "I miss you, man." He cried out as he hit the steering wheel. "You were the first to see who I could become. I wish I could've thanked you for it."

Even if he was talking to himself, he believed he was talking to Jason. Hoping that where ever he was, he could hear him and know how much Jason meant to him. Since Chris never got to say goodbye or even thank him for everything.

Everything that Chris had going for him, was because of Jason. His car, apartment, clothes, status at school, all of it was because Jason gave him a chance. And he couldn't be more grateful that the richest kid in town, helped the saddest kid in town and changed him. In some cases, for worse, but gave him the caring side he didn't know he had within him.

He hoped that Jason was looking down at him and smiling. Seeing that Chris was trying everything to be a good person and was willing to do more. Showing that he is thankful for the great reputation he was gifted, but he wanted something more then being known as the "bad boy of Riverdale".

Relunquishing his bad boy status is something Chris wants, but he would only do it for Veronica. To show that he was more than what most people see him as. Only problem is that if he did give up his lifestyle and Veronica denied him, he's left with nothing to bounce back off of.

Lifting his head, Chris let out a shaky breath as he wiped his eyes. Hiding the tears the best he could before he put the car in drive. Continuing to Greendale that was not far from where he was.